ADAM
Silence filled Peter's living room hut like smoke that had nowhere to escape.
It wasn't the comfortable quiet of safety or rest. It was heavy. Loaded. Expectant. As though the walls themselves were holding their breath.
Sage's mind link remained open. Her presence lingered in my head like the fading echo of a scream—trembling with stubborn defiance.
Even after the last of her message had faded, the emotional residue remained: pain folded into courage, heartbreak braided with resolve, fear sharpened into purpose. She had let us hear everything. Every word the queen spat. Every confession soaked in cruelty. Every revelation that peeled back layers of deception and rot.
